Too Easy (Freestyle) Lyrics – DaBaby
Off the top, don’t believe the hype, ***, it’s Baby, I’m pushin’ P
Double R Phantom outside, drop the window with the lights just to let them hoes look at me
Yeah, I won’t keep her, I’d rather be free with her
Give it back to the streets, keep it G with her
Might *** on me for three years
Only three times will I sit down in public and eat with her
Must’ve forgot who he is
I been ***’ niggas hoes since fifteen
It’s a surprise I only got me three kids
Look in his eyes, you can tell that he real
Look on the net, you might think that he fake
Look at the plaques, stats and where I came from
Ain’t no way you can say “He ain’t great”
Type to wake up today and go sell my estate
***, I don’t want it no more, I don’t want the whips either
Tryna make me mad ’bout a ho
*** don’t know what’s goin’, I don’t want the *** either
I drop her off with you, you can keep her
***, I ain’t new to this ***, I been true to this *** since a seven-forty-five yellow Beemer
Pull up with the cutest little ***, I don’t open her doors
I just *** her all night and I leave her, yeah
He pushin’ P ’cause he paid for it
I get that *** for free, I’m on welfare
I fell in love with her, she was my trap girl
I used to make the mailman press the doorbell
She give that good head, if she got long hair I got nowhere
*** niggas hatin’, but oh well
I’m the type of rap *** *** a rap ***, now I still walk in and do my lil’ show there, ***
I’m pushin’ P, I’m the realest one in it
She *** with me, that boy still in his feelings
I’m in Atlanta, buyin’ designer
*** ’round with me and I’ll shoot you in Lennox
I’m in New York where I can’t have a ***
I’ma just fly into New Jersey with it
I’m back to Cali and I never run
Play, you gon’ go play with 2Pac and Biggie
Yeah, I got three daughters, but I need a son
You excited enough? okay baby, come get me
Lay back and push out that P, he gon’ be wantin’ to play
I never let niggas play with me, it’s Baby, ***
Man, ***, this *** too easy, ***’ that ho in my Yeezys
Won’t take ’em off, soon as I’m done, I’m leaving
She beggin’ me for to stay
I’m havin’ business to handle, can’t waste time creepin’
She got to thinkin’ I’m bae
I guess it’s my fault, my feelings change with the seasons
I cuff hoes when it’s cold outside
Then I get gone when it’s hoes outside
Pull up on ’em niggas and hear, “Oh my god,”
Pull up on ’em niggas in a cold ass ride
I used to serve niggas pound everyday
In a fishbowl rental with a old .45
I ain’t even have to use the scale no more
When half of most niggas wouldn’t know my lyin’
Me and you are not the same, you a misdemeanor, ***
I get mad and send a hit on me a ***
I flash out, pull that stick out, uh
Never go back ’bout a ***
That ain’t part of my pimpin’, that ain’t how I get down, yeah
I slap a grown ass man in front of all his niggas
Let’s see who the *** now
All out the window, yeah ***, I’m here
I know we supposed to be mad at DaBaby
And that *** cancelled, but that *** lit
And these niggas’ hoes, I came from the bottom
I didn’t have ***, wasn’t even supposed to see this
She get to starin’ as soon as I hop out the car
I didn’t even have on a fit
Came back with the fade on them hoes
Uh, yeah, lookin’ just like Money Mitch
Uh, ***, this *** too easy
That’s a FN on my hip, no beeper
I don’t trust none of these hoes, no sir
I ain’t claimin’ none of these hoes, not even
Niggas talkin’ ’bout Baby on the blogs
***, so what, do somethin’, I’m pleadin’
And I ain’t have to show me a *** what’s happenin’ in a while
Trigger finger motherfuckin’ squeezin’
Scratchin’ it, now that *** itchin’
I’m back in this *** where I’m stuck with that iron
Any one of you niggas *** with me wrong
On my big bro, it’s gon’ be a killing
I got on my motherfuckin’ grind, when the money slow down niggas got in they feelings
*** on her slow and I don’t even kiss her
I’m a dog ass ***, Baby
Huh? Yeah, *** this *** too easy
***’ that ho in my Yeezys
I’m in this *** with the Leakers
Yeah, huh? *** this *** too easy
Uh, *** on that ho in my – uh
I’m in this *** with the– let’s go
